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Submitted to Contest #155
Warning: Mentions and implied domestic abuse. A daughter is her mother's representative in the playground. She is her valiant stand-in when someone means to insult the absent elder. And praise to her is praise to her mother for raising her. The only exception to this is when the father leaves for whatever reason, and suddenly she is no longer the mother's 'mini-me'; she is clearly 'her father's child'. This dubbing of our roles as children are reflections of our parents' hierarchical community. Consequently, the scripts we follow frequently...
Submitted to Contest #100
She was, for all manner of speaking, a newly minted wife. Her role seemed so simple at first. The wedding had been a grand thing that offered headaches of cherry blossoms and white frills from the cross altar to the backdrop of the after party. Too-wide porcelain toothed smiles surrounded Dolly from every hampered angle and it left her feeling slightly awkward. She'd never garnered this much attention in her lifetime, being the middle child between two doctors and one other prodigal younger sister meant that not much attention had ever bee...
"I'm not going to take it." "It's not your choice to make, Mace. I'm dying." Mace glanced down at his now meager plate of food. The crumbs were little more than the size of dust particles and he relished the taste of every single one of them. Across from him his father steepled his fingers in his direction. "You and your mother have been struggling for a long time." "Yeah, and I wonder who's fault is that," Mace retorted with venom. Still, his eyes traced the hemisphere of his father's plate with obvious hunger....
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